MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 32

[In doing business, we must pay attention to integrity, and so is life. 】

Holding the toilet, I spit out all the fluid in my stomach. Because the vomiting was so violent, the muscles all over my body tightened uncontrollably, and tears flowed. After I had nothing to vomit, I sat down on the ground and felt a little collapsed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Pressing the water button, I pulled a tissue, wiped the dirt and tears from my face, and turned to look at Song Bailao at the door.

He was holding the door frame, and there was something very "worried" on his face. But in the blink of an eye, the eyebrows gradually rose, the thin lips were pressed into an inhuman straight line, and the expression on that face returned to the more familiar "impatient".

"Speak." He walked into the bathroom, squatted in front of me, hesitated for two seconds, raised his hand to touch my forehead.

"There was motion sickness on the way back..."

Before I finished speaking, Song Bailao took his palm back.

What a shame…

What's the pity, I don't know what I'm spitting on, but the idea is very clear for a moment.

He stood up and held out his hand to me: "Can you get up?"

I hesitated for a while, looked at him for a moment, and finally determined that he really meant to help me up, so I took his hand.

My knees were numb and weak, I swayed a bit and staggered into his arms to stabilize my body.

"Thank you." The shoulders slammed into his firm chest, and through the thin shirt, for a moment, I even felt that I could feel his heart beating under his flesh.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Just... dizzy."

Ninth sister-in-law, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, saw us coming out, and hurriedly came over: "What's wrong? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Song Bailao said: "Luo Mengbai went abroad to attend the seminar and will come back in half a month."

Ninth sister-in-law lost her mind: "Then..."

"No." I interrupted the two of them, "It's just motion sickness, just take a rest."

"Then let the cook cook some porridge for you?" Sister Jiu suggested.

I shook my head: "I have no appetite, just prepare me some water, nothing else."

Sister Nine: "Okay, I'll bring it to you later."

Song Bailao helped me to lie down on the bed, instead of leaving directly, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

I was still a little uncomfortable, so I ignored him.

"Do you still want to throw up?"

I sink into the soft feather pillow, and my consciousness gradually fades.

"No." I closed my eyes, "Just tired."

In the hazy, there seems to be a hand stroking me all the way from the top of my hair, with gentle movements, dragging fingertips down, face, neck, and shoulders, and finally stopped on my abdomen across the quilt.

"Is it really motion sickness?" His voice was more erratic and gentle than his movements, approaching a murmur.

I tried my best to open my eyes to answer him, but I was unsuccessful. I didn't know whether to say this bed was too sleepy or I was too sleepy.

I felt thirsty and woke up once in the night, people are not very awake, everything is more like acting on instinct.

I may have been unconsciously thirsty or fumbled for water, and I was quickly helped to sit up, leaning my back against a warm "wall", and dripping with rain on my lips. I took two sips with the cup in my hand, a little anxious, and accidentally choked up.

"How come you can't drink water?" "That wall" removed the cup, his tone displeased, as if marveling at how useless I could be.

After coughing, I rolled to the side, re-rolled the quilt and fell asleep. Because the "wall" was annoying, I pulled up the quilt and covered my head.

The sound of the cup being lowered heavily was heard in my ear, revealing a deep dissatisfaction.

After a few days, my hand recovered well, and I went to the hospital to remove the fixed bandage. The doctor said not to lift heavy objects first, and everything else can be used freely, so I restarted the live broadcast.

Maybe it was the previous lawsuit that aroused the curiosity of passers-by. My online viewership did not decrease because of my long-term leave, but it was more than the previous 72 hours of live production of "Dragon Palace". I don't know where these people come from.

"Since the doctor told me not to use my right hand too much at once, let's do a piping practice today. First find a beautiful large plate from home..." I turned towards the camera Showing off a solid white European embossed dinner plate that I found myself, "like a big plate like this."

[Cannot afford +1]

Looking at the "can't afford it" on the screen, I was stunned, and embarrassed: "I just found it casually, I didn't know this plate was so expensive..." I laughed dryly, "Yes , may be misplaced, this should be a collectible."

The day before yesterday, I also saw Sister Nine use it to hold fish. I remembered that Song Mo had accidentally broken a similar bowl...

"I made the buttercream ahead of time, just took it out of the refrigerator, and now it's ready to use." I used a toothpick to pick up the purple coloring and added it to the buttercream, stirring quickly Twice, without stirring, "It's summer, let's teach you how to make hydrangea."

Choose a suitable piping tip, put the buttercream into the piping bag, hold the piping pin with your left hand, rotate the base and squeeze out the buttercream evenly with your right hand.

"Momo? He's in class...yes, he's homeschooling." After making a few hydrangea, I adjusted the colors and made some Austin roses.

Speaking of which, there seem to be two Austin roses planted in the yard. On the sunny side, the blooming on the flower climbing frame is spectacular, and the pink cabbage-like flowers have withstood the scorching sun The test of blooming in this summer.

Rubbish! 】

My hand was there, lost in this comment: "Expired ingredients?"

I thought it must not be what I thought, but the answer given on the screen is just the opposite.

The lawsuit with me for the right of reputation is not optimistic. Chang Xingze and Xiang Ping even broke the scandal of using expired ingredients to make pastries. Although the cycle of heaven and retribution is unpleasant, I have deep feelings for Xu Meiren, and I don't want to see her come to an end because of such a thing.

Its birth is full of gentle colors, and the curtain should not be so stained.

After the live broadcast, I was a little absent-minded. After finishing the plate mounting, I hurriedly stopped the live broadcast and asked the driver to take me to Xu Meiren.

I received an email from Amber's backstage halfway through, saying that a food circle self-media with tens of millions of fans wanted to interview me and asked me if I would like it.

I thought there was nothing I couldn't agree to, so I replied yes.

The driver took me to the front of Xu Meiren's store, but within a month, there was a long queue at the entrance to the door, and now it's even affixed with a seal.

Looking at the huge cross on the gate, I was in a complicated and unspeakable mood, heartache and frustration, I just wanted to ask Xiang Ping out to fight again and see if there was any brain in his head, is not empty.

"Senior Brother?"

I heard a familiar voice, I turned my head quickly, and sure enough, I saw Xiaozhu standing not far behind me with a box of sundries.

She was wearing a regular dress with a ponytail. The bright smile on her face was gone, and her whole person was very gray and gloomy.

I saw a lot of personal belongings in her suitcase and asked her: "What's going on?"

Xiaozhu lowered his eyes: "After the store was closed, Brother Xingze left, and the senior brother could not be contacted. My parents wanted me to go back to my hometown. I came here today to get some things, which may not be available in the future. will be back."

"I didn't ask you this, I asked you...why does Xu Meiren use expired raw materials?" I stared at her sternly, not letting go of her every expression.

Xiaozhu's head hangs lower: "It's none of my business, it's the senior brother... He said it doesn't matter if it's overdue for a day or two, and he also said that everyone does this."

"Have you forgotten how Master taught us back then?" I also searched for those reports in the car, and it didn't look like what she said was a day or two overdue. There have been worms, and some mildew has grown. When I thought that I once bought such a problem cake for Song Mo to eat, I felt a pain in my chest, and I was so angry that I couldn't breathe, and I regretted why I didn't beat Xiang Ping to death that day.

"A person can't stand without trust, and a business can't thrive without trust. He has only been gone for two years, and you swallowed his words into a dog's stomach?" I rarely say such heavy words, but It's really unbearable today.

Xiaozhu seemed to be frightened by me, and started crying intermittently.

"I'm sorry, brother..." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears, "I'm not worthy of being a master's disciple... I don't have the face to see him... We lost Xu Meiren, what should I do... Xu Meiren woo woo woo..."

My words completely overwhelmed her psychological defense. People on the road were all looking at us, with curious eyes and surprised expressions. I didn't say anything to comfort her, and I didn't want to comfort her. I stared at her for a while, clenched my fists, and turned away without turning my head.

It's getting dark when we go back to the mountain by car.

The crows in the forest let out a hoarse cry, and the cloudless sky showed a beautiful transition, from purple to orange, and gradually extended to the horizon.

I got out of the car and saw a figure sitting on a swing in the yard.

There are children at home, and a children's play area is specially opened in the yard, which can be reached through the archway that climbs the full moon. In addition to the slide sand pool, there is also a white double swing chair.

I stand under the arch, my nose is full of rose scent. In the setting sun, Song Bailao hugged Song Mo and pushed the swing with his toes reluctantly.

"It's been five minutes, can you come in?"

Song Mo may not be so close to him often, his face is full of apprehension, and every time the swing swings, he will be excited again, and this cycle is really funny.

"Five more minutes?" He discussed with Song Bailao.

Song Bailao looked down at him, and finally exhaled heavily: "Two minutes."

How can this person be so impatient in parent-child time?

"I'll play with him." At the same time I said, I walked towards them.

Song Mo's eyes lit up, his arms stretched out to me: "Mom!"

I took him into my arms and sat next to Song Bailao.

"We should have dinner in half an hour. We won't play until then, okay?"

Song Mo sat facing me, I could only see the top of his thick hair.

He nodded slightly: "Okay."

As long as you reason with him, he is always very obedient.

I swayed the swing, but Song Bailao didn't walk aside. Instead, he raised his long legs slightly, and also enjoyed the fun of swinging.

"You..." didn't you just want to enter the house impatiently?

"I also liked swinging when I was a child, but it's not like this, it's a single person, and it can fly very high." He spread his arms on the back of the chair, looking up at The sunset in the sky, "Luo Qinghe is pushing in the back, and my mother is protecting me from the front to prevent me from falling."

The "mother" in his mouth should be Song Xiao. In this way, his childhood can be said to be very happy.

I would like to ask him if he has ever approached Song Xiao later, and whether he is blaming him, but I am afraid of touching him.

Some things he said he could, but I asked, he might not be happy to say.

"I didn't swing when I was a kid." He looked over, and I continued, "My mother never took me to play with these."

Ning Shi is busy with all kinds of alphas all day, where can I spend some personal time with me?

Song Bailao smiled lightly: "Then you are miserable too."

After ten minutes of swinging, he answered a call and went in. I hugged Song Mo and swayed for a while, and the phone rang.

I saw it was Ning Shi, I was afraid there was something wrong with Youyou, so I quickly picked it up.

"Hey..."

"Go to an unoccupied place to answer the phone."

I was stunned for a moment, looked around, then looked at Song Mo in my arms, and said, "Tell me, there is no one around me."

"Are you able to do everything for the sake of the child?" Ning Shi's voice was calm and inexplicable cruelty.

I tightened my phone: "What do you mean?"

"You do something for me, and I'll give you another 10 million when it's done. With this money, you can live a good life with Youyou."

She gave me 20 million to marry Song Bailao, and now she uses 10 million to help her do something, which must not be a good thing.

"What are you doing?"

"Yunsheng wants some information. You just need to open Song Bailao's computer, plug in the flash drive I gave you, and then you can get 10 million. How, it's simple, right?"

She said it so lightly that I almost believed it.

"This is a commercial espionage." I asked her in a low voice, "Isn't the Zhu family ready to sign a strategic agreement with Xia Sheng? Why do you do this?"

Ning Shi was silent for a moment, and then his tone became cold: "It's better to rely on yourself, do you really think they will share their core technology? It's just some for the Zhu family, they use the rest It's nothing but the scum, it's worthless at all. You don't have any nostalgia for Song Bolao anyway. It's a win-win situation, why not do it? Don't forget that the Zhu family is your backing, without us you're nothing. "

The words "it is better to rely on others" came out of her mouth and she didn't even feel her face hurt.

They did everything possible to marry Song Bailao, but to build an alliance and become stronger together, and now they want me to be a commercial spy, are they the idea from the beginning? Why did Ning Shi only say it now?

My mind was in a mess, I couldn't understand, I always felt that I was missing some details.

"What if, what if I don't?"

This time she was silent for a longer time: "I will give you a few days to think about it, you don't have to reply me so quickly. If you don't do it, I won't do anything to you, after all, you are My son, can I still eat you?"

After hearing her last sentence, I couldn't help shivering, and I felt a chill down my spine.